Cries and Pleas on a Dark and Angry Sea
I am searching for peace,
for my heart and for my soul.
I wanted to be free,
from a memory that never stops hunting me.
I am searching for silence,
but her voice still fills the air.
I can still see her pleading for help,
afraid of drowning on that dark and angry sea.
But because I envy her,
I ignored all of her cries and pleas.
Yes, I envy her…
I envy her beauty,
I envy her wit.
I envy how people envy her.
I envy everything in her.
I can never forget how she was drowned,
on that dark and angry sea.
We were on an outing then,
rejoicing for a job well done.
Suddenly she said she wanted to feel the water,
on that dark and angry sea.
I warned her not to for it was perilous,
but she persisted.
Several minutes later,
I heard her cries as well as her pleas.
She screamed for help,
but I refused and ignored her.
And now I am searching for forgiveness,
even if I know that its too late.
I wanted her to exonerate me,
but I know she’ll never do.
Because until now I’m still on this darkness,
and reminding me how she drowned,
On that dark and angry sea.
